This summer we went on an overnight camping trip with the extended Lawrence clan. We went to a campground near to where we went as an extended family last year, up near Kamas. It’s hard to complain with views like these.
It was a bit cooler, but not so cold as to make it unpleasant.
Some of us were more social than others. (In his defense, his partners in crime — his two Bruner cousins near his age — were on a Scout campout and weren’t there to keep him entertained.)
We cooked, we ate…
… we played …
…we scowled at the camera …
… and good times were had.
Of course, we had a fire. Ryan loved helping his dad get the kindling ready.
Ryan loved the idea of roasting anything. He loved the concept of sticking something into the fire, even though he didn’t really eat anything that we roasted for him. He ate plenty of graham crackers, chocolate bars, Starbursts, and plain marshmallows. When we’d told him he’d had enough, he was kind of disappointed. The squirrels had been chittering up a storm, and so Jared to quell Ryan’s disappointment asked him, “Should we roast that squirrel?” Ryan was so excited. He ran over to the tree.
“Squirrel? Squirrel!” he yelled. “Come down here! I need to roast you!”
I’m still laughing about that one.
My brother-in-law brought his wizard sticks for the fire. They’re pretty cool and give neat colors.
The other exciting thing was the thunderstorm that rolled through around midnight or so. It was, um, rather loud. We were thankful that the rain didn’t come until our fire festivities were at their conclusion. We stayed nice and dry in our tent, but it was a different experience to hear a thunderstorm in the mountains without a house surrounding us. All in all, a fun trip. Glad we could spend time with family.
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